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A lonely man named Dave lived in San Diego, where he had 3 hard working jobs. Dave wanted to take a break from all of the work. He decided to take a vacation to Arizona, specifically the Grand Canyon to go camping. He decided to go on this trip by himself because he wanted to enjoy his time off in peace. Dave has always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon to go fishing and hiking. Dave took off 3 days of work so he could enjoy the weekend. He left friday morning in his Jeep Wrangler. It took him approximately 9 hours to get to the olympic park. When he arrived Dave was shocked he couldn’t believe how big the rock formations were. He took some photos and then he decided to do some fly fishing for some trout. He was fishing for hours, he stopped

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